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to reinvent this mode of speaking. or to construct a new language. here on the wrong side we dance posed to death. we the corpse they won’t pronounce dead. they bury under dead oak. make no graves. you’d think I’m made of this. of condescension culled from responsibility. what a series of movements restates: to be honest I’m not where we began. halfway to morphology, underwater of principles to set us in motion all. livid in a negativity—I’m life to supplant loathing with a better kind of noise. bastardize my bubble.
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said won’t forget and did. only recall chased by helicopters—waking—is that a helicopter outside. of course a head was found in the dump. they all went to breakfast and came back in a great burst of light. give sustaining—who’s an angel? vinegar. a people learned to live from all people. named for mounds of things. my hand will only make long curved lines—a scallop shell, a wine glass, a mason jar. we were all so angry. so full to be lucky.
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men or church towers make the fourth. we love a war zone. on the 13th, we talk windows. fever dream to healthcare on the worst beach—I hallucinated ancestors. sleeping through the 4th from a gap in rocks and water because the planets. a garden is not of this earth. it incites conversation, makes rows. not for gates—the garden’s permission the made thing. conversant as the fences. our broken window a conversation. in my dream, I fell from the bridge because the bridge can’t be walked. for days now we have stood on the bridges. on the news above my roof we break more than we have actually built. yes, the man was the child. we expect him. in the hills a home is built from underground and in the heart a cluster buries us. a minor heart our big tombs. in two years from the 10th I didn’t sleep. our airspace now a bright and hurt awake.
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red or green or black or black. the division in reading what we did. a throat cut. the poor live in the long hallway. tied on top the train to the hospital. white hallway, blue carpet. live in trash and steel. I can’t stop feeding. hospital you have to come in—I can’t—the family feeds. green is not enough no time to live on. we pile soil on top of soil there is no soil. window the throat cut. go home. go home. no home.